When I wake up and my dick is 12 inches, I am 6'9, I have NW-1, my face makes Henry Cavill look like E.T. and St. Blacksop2cel's child, I am white and my frame, jaw, arms, legs, ass, all Greek God level and everything about me in general makes Henry Cavill (with hypothetical NW0) and Sean o Pry combined look like the child of E.T. and St Blacksop2cels child and a Gorilla with Down Syndrome.
Then I will be the closest thing to happy any man on earth can get.
No one is happy. The question is really what type of misery is right for you. There's a certain flavor of misery associated with being alone, and a very different flavor of misery associated with being with a foid, for example. I'd rather feel lonely sometimes than have my life controlled by a foid/normie society (same thing).